The third and fourth stanzas of Moushumi’s version (the concluding lines in the video clip) in my poor translation:

They are homeless, their eyes sleepless,Shelter-Home-Nation wiped out by war,Bomber planes inside their heads.When will this black night come to an end?

Hundreds and hundreds of faces, O ’71!Jessore Road tells so many tales!So many dead faces on half-dead feet,East Bengal walks to Calcutta.

The tragedy of East Bengal in 1971, leading to the formation of Bangladesh – I was a 11-year old in Calcutta then. In the summer of 1971, my aunt Indu, a physician in London, had come as a volunteer doctor to work in the refugee camps near Calcutta. Such devastation nearby and such a sea of humanity converging in and around Calcutta. I will never forget, and that tragedy binds together the hearts of people of Bengal across the two sides of the border.